Had more nocturnal dreams with the white robed man last night. He taught me more although the lessons' details all escape recollection. The best I can remember is that he said something to me about Crohn's disease. I don't know if he was trying to tell me that I or someone else had it or he was just making small talk. Waking this morning, I looked it up and read about it. I don't have any of the cited symptoms, thanks.
Now my head is exploding with story and novel ideas, along with non-fiction I would like to write. There are short science fiction and fantasy stories, a short story murder mystery has wrangled space in my head, and a new fantasy novel keeps trying to write itself. I seemed to have been awaiting something in the last few days. Now my energy has shifted. Sun? Moon? Stars, or dreams? I don't know. I'll accept the change.
Ah, writing. Such a joyful experience.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com